The
hottest new restaurant under the sea, Fins, would be opening its doors at
precisely 6 p.m. A line of anxious customers stretched clear back to Davy
Jones’s Locker. “I wonder what’s on the menu for tonight?” Finlay, the
whale, blew bubbles. They floated to the surface and popped. Pop! Pop!
Pop! “I’m going to order a huge platter of krill, deep fried with sweet
and sour sauce to dip them in. I love krill!”

Reins,
the seahorse, rocked back and forth. “I’ve heard the krill is superb here,
but as for me, I’m going to order a plate of Mysid shrimp, with a side
order of larvae. Yummy. It sounds so good.”

“I used
to eat at Crustacean’s Diner, but lately, there seem to be nothing but
mussels hanging around,” said Finlay.

“Look at
the line, will you. Everyone who’s anyone is here tonight. I’m glad we
came early and are first in line,” Reins said.

Just then
three sharks swam by. Reins and Finlay watched as they swam back and
forth, their teeth fully exposed in a snarl. A tiger shark named Stripes
swam over to Finlay and Reins. “You two are first in line for Fins
I see, or should I say you were the first in line. Not now, you’re not.
Come on Nails and Coral,” Stripes said. A hammerhead and a reef shark swam
over. “We’re first in line now.” He pushed Finlay and Reins out of the
way.

Reins
flew through the sea and landed deep in the sand.

Finlay,
who was three times the size of the sharks, opened his mouth to protest.

Nails put
his snout next to Finlay’s eyes. Slowly he opened his mouth. Rows of
sharp, jagged teeth with bits of fish flesh stared Finlay in the face.
“Got a problem?” he said.

Coral and
Stripes joined in. “Yea, got a problem, Finlay?”

Finlay
was about to say something back when Reins tugged at his fin. “Let them be
first in line. It isn’t that big of a deal,” the seahorse said.

Finlay
nodded.

The
sharks pounded at the front door of Fins. “Open up!” Nails hit the door
with his tail. “There are some hungry sharks out here. If you don’t open
soon we’ll start eating your customers.”

The other
sea creatures in line shrank back. Maine, the lobster, put his pincer claw
up to his mouth and whispered. “Bullies.”

Coral
swam back to Maine. “What did you just say, you puny lobster? Did I hear
you call us bullies?” Coral snapped her jaws open and shut. Looking at the
rest of the customers waiting in the line, she said, “Let this be an
example to you all. Anyone who calls us names, pays the price.” She
grabbed Maine with her fin and swam up to the other sharks. “Here’s an
appetizer for you,” she said, handing the squirming lobster to Stripes.

He
swallowed Maine in one gulp, making sure the others heard the shell crunch
in his sharp teeth. Coral and Nails laughed. “That’ll teach him!”

Coral
bumped the door to Fins with her snout. “Open up now or we’ll have
to eat another customer.”

Bright
red lights started flashing around the restaurant. The blinds flew up and
the door slowly creaked open. Aster, the hostess starfish shouted,
“Welcome to Fins. Please come inside in an orderly fashion. We’ll
seat you and take your order. Welcome!”

Nails,
Coral, and Stripes pushed Aster out of the way and went inside. They
picked the table they wanted without waiting to be seated.

The other
customers sat at their tables murmuring about the rude sharks. “Of all the
nerve!”

“Who do
they think they are?”

“I’ve
never seen such bad manners.”

“We won’t
be coming back here if they let in sharks like that.”

Reins and
Finlay sat at a table near the sharks. None of the other customers would
sit that close to them.

When the
waitress came to take the shark’s order, Nails said, “We’ll have
everything on the menu. Bring it all and fill us up with seaweed tea while
you’re at it.”

Finlay’s
face turned red with anger. He tensed up his fins. “I’m going to put a
stop to this. Those sharks are ruining the night for everyone.”

“Let them
eat, Finlay. They’re just feeling a little rambunctious tonight, that’s
all. Everyone’s excited about coming to Fins, even the sharks,” the
seahorse said to his friend.

Finlay
watched as the sharks tossed salt at the sea slugs, tried to pickle the
sea cucumbers in vinegar and put sand in the oyster’s shells, but when
they tripped the octopus, he threw his napkin down on the table and stood
up. His arms were full of plates for the other customers.

“Whoops.”
Stripes laughed. “Did the octopus trip and fall?”

The other
sharks laughed so loud that the dishes on the table bounced up and down.

The
octopus sat on the floor, covered in kelp stew, anemone casserole and pate
de sponge.

“That’s
it! I can’t take any more.” Finlay swam over to Nails, Coral and Stripes.
“Enjoying yourselves?”

He
towered over the sharks and started singing.

The
sharks, who at first had felt a bit afraid, started to laugh. “Oh, isn’t
that nice. The whale’s singing us a song. La la la to you, Finlay.”
Stripes rolled on the floor, holding his dorsal fin and laughing.

A few
minutes later three whales swam through the door and headed for Finlay.
“We got your call,” said Baleen. He looked at the laughing sharks. “These
three giving you trouble?”

The
sharks stopped laughing. There were four whales now and all of them much
bigger than they. “I think it’s time you sharks left. Fins doesn’t
want garbage inside the restaurant. It’s kept out back.” Finlay puffed
himself full of air and aimed his blowhole at the three sharks. He blew as
hard as he could. The other whales did the same.

Nails,
Coral and Stripes were blown through the back door and out into the alley
behind the restaurant.

“You
three keep out of here. We’re going to eat here every night just to make
sure you don’t come back. Now scram!”

The
sharks didn’t think it was funny any more. They swam away into the dark
depths of the sea. “Now, let’s go back inside and have a nice meal,”
Baleen said.

When they
went into the dining room all the sea creatures clapped their fins and
claws together. The whales bowed and sat down next to Reins.

Aster,
the starfish, said, “Your meal’s on the house tonight. Thanks for chasing
those sharks away. Now, what will it be for you all?”

“How
about a platter of that krill…no, make it four platters, and bring extra
sweet and sour sauce,” Finlay said.

That
night was a huge success for Fins. Everyone enjoyed their meal and
never again were the sharks allowed in. They never tried. Finlay and his
friends got jobs as bouncers and had all the krill platters they wanted
from then on.

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